Smells of conspiracy
Editor: Translation Nation
"Plague, wait a moment....." Patrice ordered with austerity.
"I know comrades and friends are meant to be betrayed and exploited, but only when sufficient reasoning is established. If you turn against me now, then you are truly a massive moron!"
Plague remained quiet but retreated into the shadows. Her frame could seemingly and peculiarly blend into the darkness.
Patrice continued.
"You just told me, this item is merely a sample. Do you know what a sample is? If you don't, let me google it for you…..a 'sample', a smidgen used to represent the quality goods. Perhaps it was drawn from the batch of goods for advertising purposes, or perhaps, it be just a prototype that was introduced before the rest. A sample used to indicate the standard of the load of true products!!!"
When Plague heard the terms 'quality goods' and 'load of true products', she immediately left the shadows. Employing an adorable but silly 'lolita' voice, she squealed pitifully.